The thin arms bulge with veins.
The young face turns red from shouting.
The Bernabeu Prince looks up at the stands.
His two sons are cheering so vigorously.
Perhaps infected by their enthusiasm, his wife joins in the shouting.
Apart from the unbeatable former teammate on the field.
The visiting fans' stands are another kind of torment for him.
He believes, if Huang Kaiwen ascends at the Bernabeu.
The most enthusiastic would be his two sons, because this might be their only way to inherit Huang Kaiwen's jersey.
The rebellious sons don't consider what it's like for the Bernabeu Prince to have another reigning father.
If he adjusts his mindset and treats it like a performance match, it might feel better.
But Raul can't do it.
Raul closes his eyes.
Takes a deep breath and exhales.
When Raul opens his eyes again, he's forgotten the chaos of the pitch.
Fully immersed on the green field.
"Stop just watching the spectacle..."
